Revelations: The Truth About Moe

We are beautifully depressing,
Like a Street Car Named Desire,
And yet I do not know my name,
Your face,
This place,
It's all so foreign.
The smell of vodka in the air,
It's so delightful,
And unfortunately.....I'm coming up short,
The more I learn,
The more I .........
This ride comes with a height requirement,
I cry,
You smile,
They'll never know us,
The way they know you.